For the fired auto workersnWho were twisted, tricked and robbednTo the peasant in GuatemalanIn a sweatshop got your jobnAnd she can't feed her familynOn the pennies that she makesnMeanwhile the crime rate's risingnUp and down the Great Lake statesnnLike vegetables left in the fieldnThe signatures smell rottennOn the contracts and the deedsnThat push the race down to the bottomnAs they load the rubber bulletsnAs they fire another roundnI'm heading into the tear gasnDig in man, hold your groundnnFor Joe Hill and Caesar ChaveznWho fought in their own timenFor our brothers and our sistersnUp and down that picket linenFor the unnamed and unnumberednWho struggle brave and longnFor the union men and womennStanding up and standing strongnnSi nos quedemosnJuntos vamos a ganar? Si !nHit em where it hurtsnAnd bite the hand that feedsnYou might get one to threenOr probation and a finenBut I know where I'm gonna benI'm gonna be right on that front linennFor Joe Hill and Caesar ChaveznWho fought in their own timenFor our brothers and our sistersnUp and down that picket linenFor the unnamed and unnumberednWho struggle brave and longnFor the union men and womennStanding up and standing strongnnNow dirty scabs will cross the linenWhile others stand aside and looknBut ain't nobody never got nothin'nThat didn't raise their voice and pushnLike the steel worker in OhionThe miner in West VirginianThe teacher in ChicagonJanitor in MississippinFrom the sweatshops of L.A.nTo the fields of Mission FlatsnThere's a thunder cloud explodingnAnd I'm free at lastnnLike Joe Hill and Caesar ChaveznWho fought in their own timenLike our brothers and our sistersnUp and down that picket linenLike the unnamed and unnumberednWho struggle brave and longnLike the union men and womennStanding up and standing strong